Seize Me (17 page)

“Braxxon,” Dizzy says, and it’s enough to remind me I have a hot fuck waiting for me.

“Let’s roll.” I slap her on the ass.

I don’t even have my bedroom door shut before she attacks me, ripping my clothes off. Her tongue thrusts in my mouth as I undo her leather pants. When we’re stripped of our clothes, I pick her up, slam her down on my dresser, and reach for a condom. I shield myself in record time, slam into her, and groan.

“Fuck baby,” she curses.

No shit.

“No fucking talking,” I hiss as I clamp my hand over her mouth and pound into her over and over again.

She screams and I muffle the noise with my hand as I spill my load inside of her warm cunt. Shit that didn’t take long. I bury my head in between her gorgeous tits trying to calm my breathing. I let my hand fall from her mouth.

“Prez… what the hell was that?”

I just need her to shut the hell up for a minute. I turn my head, one eyes vision blocked by her breast, and my other lands straight on my bed that I’ve shared with Angel for damn near two months. I pull out, stand straight, and toss the condom in the trash.

“Go.”

Dizzy looks at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.

“Diz, just go, I’ll be down in a minute.”

She jumps down and reaches for her clothes on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her ass and luscious thighs.

What the fuck did I just do?

“God dammit,” I roar punching the wall.

“Prez you got your wires crossed man,” she says before heading out the door.

“Fuck if I don’t know it,” I reply.

I spend an hour up in my apartment dreading the walk back downstairs into my own club because I don’t wanna look my Angel in the eyes. I screwed up. I know I did because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel like this right now.

I grab a smoke and head down. Angel’s sitting on one of the couches talking with Berry as the charter ladies play pool shooting the shit with the brothers. She looks up at me and smiles a small sad smile and fuck if that doesn’t kill me.

“Prez.” Sniper comes jogging up to me.

“We’ve fucking got him man; he’s at the warehouse.”

Sniper wasn’t quiet enough because Angel’s entire body jumps before she gets up from the couch and heads over towards me.

“Chapel, now.”

“No,” Angel says sternly. “I’ve got to hear this, please, Braxxon.”

“Okay baby,” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead us into the chapel. I wait for everyone to get inside before I slam the gavel down.

“Angel needs to hear this. Hell if she doesn’t deserve to hear this.”

My brothers let out a sound of agreeable responses.

“He’s in the warehouse. Petra called the prepay and said he had something. So I met up with him while you were…” He stops.

“No, it’s okay; go on, Sniper,” Winter grumbles.

“Well I met up with him and roughed PP up a bit and hung him over the drains. So we head out now, yeah?”

“Now,” I growl slamming the gavel down.

Angel’s on my heels as I make my way over to Dizzy. I want her to stay here with the family because I’m taking the brothers with me. They need to see and be a part of this.

“Stay here. Clubs on lockdown,” I say.

“Braxxon,” Angel tugs on my cut, and I turn to look at her.

“I need to go,” she croaks.

Go where? With us? I don’t fucking think so.

“Hell no,” I say fiercely.

“It’ll help fix me,” she croaks again.

“Prez… you can’t take her on club business,” Dizzy spits.

“I’m the fucking MC President. Don’t make my decisions for me Diz,” I seethe. “Are you sure, Angel?”

“I’m so fucking sure,” she half smiles.

“Let’s go.”

I thought that maybe having Angel’s thighs squeezing me tight on the way to the warehouse would be an awesome damn feeling. I was dead wrong. I’m anxious to get a hold of PP, and I’m clearly having a weak moment filled with guilt and regret about fucking Dizzy. When we all throttle into the warehouse gravel driveway and back up in a row, Winter jumps off. She tosses me her helmet and takes her hair down to run her fingers through it before piling it back on the top of her head. And why the fuck does she have to dress like that? She’s wearing a strapless purple tight dress that doesn’t even reach her knees. It shows her tanned legs and damn if she doesn’t pair it with her white converse. Not something a woman would usually wear riding on the back of a Harley, but what the hell do I know about women’s wear. I get off my lady and walk up to the warehouse door with Angel and the brothers on my tail. I key in the code and open the door. I flip on the lights and Angel pushes past me.

PP is dangling from the warehouse ceiling by a chain and handcuffs. His mouth is gagged and has duct tape wrapped around the gag. His eyes aren’t focused on my brothers and me; they’re focused on Angel who is standing a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. The brothers and I line up and just watch. I’m sure we’re all thinking the same thing. What’s she doing?

Smokey starts passing beers down the line. I pop my cap and toss it. Angel looks around for a moment before spotting something. She walks over to one of the roller chairs and rolls it back in front of PP.

“What’s she doin’?” Sniper whispers beside me.

“I don’t know,” I whisper back.

Angel sits in the chair and slouches, lifting her dress. What the fuck?

“You see it? Still pretty as ever,” she purrs. “Guess you didn’t do your job as well as you thought you did.”

Oh, fuck!

“Dude,” Pyro says from my other side.

“Let me tell you what pisses me off about this whole experience.” She laughs, pulling her dress back down. “The thing that just pisses me off to where I see red is that I can’t fucking come.”

She stands and pulls back her right arm sending a right hook straight to his jaw. “I’m twenty-two fucking years old and I can’t get off. I imagine after I’m done with you, I’ll have enough closure to achieve an orgasm.”

Oh, well I guess this is Angel’s show. I lean against the carpenter table behind me. “Huh well, well what is this,” her voice throaty as she walks to the cart.

“Prez, you gonna let her do this?” Smokey peers around at me.

“We weren’t there Smokey; we didn’t go through what she did. I don’t think she’ll actually do anything.”

“It seems these sexy bikers know a thing or two about tools of torture.” Her fingers trace some of the utensils. It sucks doesn’t it, being tied up, completely at someone else’s mercy for them to do anything and everything to you and there ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing you can do about it.” She reaches into the box of disposable gloves, covers her hands in two pairs before picking up the medical scissors.

“Uh, Prez, I think you’re wrong,” Smokey grits through clenched teeth.

Yeah bro, I feel it too, I wanna say. I’m on edge just thinking about what might be running through her mind. I shouldn’t have let her come.

She cuts his shirt off and tosses it to the floor before throwing the scissors back on the cart. She undoes his belt, ripping it through the belt loops and tosses that. She walks behind him and runs her hands around to his chest and down, and I squeeze my beer bottle. What is she fucking doing?

My Angel starts jacking him the hell off. I start growling. Her hand shouldn’t be on any other cock but mine. PP’s eyes close as his cock starts growing. Her hand starts moving faster and faster, and I know my mouth and all of my brothers’ mouths are hanging open in a what the fuck kinda thing.

“You won’t need this anymore.” She smirks from the side of his body, and his eyes go wide before she cracks his dick in half. His screams echo through the gag.

“Oh fuck man, she just broke his dick.” Sniper laughs.

I groan, and so do a few others. You can practically feel that damn pain. Tears are pouring from PP’s eyes, and he’s choking himself on the gag with all the screaming.

“It doesn’t feel good when your bottom half feels broken, or in your case is broken, does it?”

I can’t take my eyes off the crooked dick that’s blue and purple. I can’t believe she broke his dick.

“I’ll let you think on that pain for just a minute.” She giggles shaking her head. And it’s not the cute fluffy girl kinda giggling. It’s evil and malicious, and I shiver from the sound.

“Man,” Pyro says beside me.

“I’ve had almost two months to go over this exact moment with you PP. Two long months getting wasted outta my mind. Two long months plotting my revenge towards you and your father. I didn’t have to worry about your sister since I blew that bitch’s brains out, but you… let me tell you, you acted like you were my fucking friend…,” She trails off, fingering one of the utensils on the cart.

“Braxxon, this shit’s gone on long enough man. She’ll never forgive herself for this,” Sniper whisper growls.

“She’s a grown up, brother. She can make her own decisions.”

“I don’t do well with people out to hurt me. I’m a Belov; did you know that? Of course, you didn’t. Belov’s a pretty notorious name; you know us Russians can be some scary fuckers. I used to be this precious little thing… never did anything wrong, but that all changed when my father blew out my boyfriend’s brains right in front of me. To say that didn’t scar and corrupt me would be a lie. And that’s how Star was born. That man over there calls me Angel. But you know what? I don’t feel like being an Angel right now.”

Angel picks up the largest scalpel and walks back in front of him. She grabs his chin hard with her left hand.

“I want you to look at me while I do this. I want to see your damn pain,” she growls as she slices across his chest. More screams as she lets go of his face and steps back while the blood pours from his chest.

“Oops… I think I cut ya a little too deep. My bad.” She laughs.

Fuck if I were any other guy, I would be fucking scared of this bitch.

“She’s kinda frightening,” Rob says.

“I was just thinking the same shit.” I agree completely.

But as she sits down in the chair watching the blood pour from him as if she’s watching the rain on a window, I have a damn epiphany. She’s never going to be the girl I met that weekend. She’s changed and if I want her, I need to get over it.